I asked Shiloh to tell us some of her favorite non-romance reads. There's also a giveaway!
Books I adore… the non-romance edition (although you’ll probably notice a theme)
Loved this. It’s one of the first, and best, urban fantasies I’ve ever read and it was really urban fantasy before such a thing existed.
Loved..again, some of the best urban fantasy I’ve ever read. I love the entire Kate Daniels series/world, but since this is the newest, yeah, we’ll go with this one.
See what I did there? I totally just put in the inspiration behind every weird book I ever wrote. Meet Bunnicula. The first paranormal book I ever got my hands on. And I was hooked. I. Love. Bunnicula. VAMPIRE BUNNIES! If it wasn’t for vampire bunnies, I dunno if I’d be writing anything weird at all.
Sigh. Patricia Briggs. She makes me happy.
And um…SL Viehl? She totally makes me happy.
Hmmm. Chess and Terrible totally make me happy. (So does Stacia.)
Okay… a wrap up of some of my favorite non-romance books. And yes, I realize almost all of these have a romance subplot. ;)
Hey, wait… here’s one more.
A short snippet…
Call me...I'm here, I'm here—
The sword was on my bed and the silver of it burned unnaturally bright.
He glanced at it and said, “If you even move toward that thing, I'm going to bend it into knots.”
I curled my lip at him. “Like you could.”
He leaned forward. “Is that a dare, little girl?”
“No. It's a plainly stated fact. Now...why don't you do us both a favor and get the fuck out of my bedroom?” I jutted my chin out, rotated my wrist again as the itching and heat flared.
The sword flashed brighter. I usually wasn't this close to it without having it in my hand.
I couldn't help it, though. Ever since he'd spouted off that little piece about a reckoning, I'd been on eggshells, just waiting for whatever the hell he had in mind. If he thought he could leave another mark on me, damn it, I'd bloody him.
He leaped over the bed. I backpedaled and faded into nothingness, going invisible as he came for me.
This was one time where his sense of smell might not help.
The entire room smelled of me.
“Damn it, considering how mouthy you are, you're a damned coward.” A smirk was on his lips as I brushed by him, just barely missing his outstretched hand. He moved back over by the bed and settled on the foot of it, that sly, Cheshire cat grin curling his lips as he reached behind him, closing his hand over the grip of my sword.
My breath hitched in my chest.
His eyes flickered my way. No, he couldn’t see me and tracking me by scent was harder.
But he heard that, damn it. I couldn't stop the way my heart reacted when he touched my blade. Couldn't stop it.
“Don't like seeing me play with your toy, huh?” He lifted her and caught the tip in his other hand. Muscles flexed. “How about if I twist it up a little?”
He couldn't. Others had tried.
But she was mine—
She flared, bright as the sun, and disappeared. I dropped the invisibility as she settled into my hand. “Keep your damned paws off my blade, cat.”
He was staring rather dumbly into his hands.
A rather queer look settled over his face as he lifted his head to study me. “So that's how you do it.”
Shiloh Walker/J.C. Daniels
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